last night i went thrifting in gramercy
(i got pretty much the most amazing tshirt of condolezza rice and kim jong il sipping wine from eachother's raised glasses.)

and dining in the west village with the roomies
(to a cute place on waverly with cheap cheap cheap continuously-pouring coffee)

and my-so-called-life watching with molly and ross

and ipod ( Read more... )

some strange combination of
a) too much of shannon's goddamned chocolate,
b) too much coffee,
c) not enough lovely macrobiotic food,
d) going to sleep at four [ and not even finishing the paper until this morning,
e) waking up at 7 [ and not even hearing the alarm go off; thank god it woke up shannon ],
f) smoking a morning cigarette in the ( Read more... )

this week i sit outside a lot and develop a cough and some possible friends.
next week i chill out and see mr. stevens sing.

new york is fucking out of its mind.
sometimes i just wish i could sleep.
or figure out what i think about all of this.

everything is exploding.

the past week has been: